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Welcome new kitty named Hunter
There's a story behind this one. Apparently someone dumped this cat in the neighborhood and moved away and he had been out in the neighborhood since some time in May. This is what neighbors who had been feeding him had told me. I was still planning on getting a new kitty, so I still had everything necessary for taking care of a cat here on hand.
Earlier in the day, the cat had shown up at the P-patch garden across the street from where I live and where I have a garden plot and was just being adorable. He wasn't the least bit afraid of the water hose, even though I was watering my garden plot. He could tell I wasn't going to spray the kitty with water. And, he would be right that I wouldn't do that to him. I took a picture of that on my camera phone, but, unfortunately, I'm unable to download pictures from the camera phone to the computer, so I can't upload the picture of when the cat found me in the garden. He was sure being cute.
After taking care of my garden I went home and went back to bed, as I hadn't been feeling all that great. A while later, my neighbor called me and told me that this cat had, indeed, been abandoned. So, I said I agreed to foster the little darling but that the neighbor should wait for me to put litter in the litter box before we were to go down and get the cat out of the street.
You should have seen Hunter when he came into the apartment for the first time to inspect the apartment. The neighbor saw this happen and can attest to this: It looked like Hunter had a running checklist in his head for requirements of his own that he had for a place to live. He found the litter box right away. Then, he found the scratching post and used it right away. Once he checked the place out he decided to make himself comfortable and started purring like mad.
I found out from my regular small pet store owner about a vet I could take Hunter to for free for the first time visit if I hadn't been there before if cost was an issue. That sounded great, since this was an unexpected acquisition. They scanned for a microchip, too, of course. So, to be fair, Hunter was first taken to the animal shelter, in order to give the prior owner every opportunity to do the right thing for the cat. I hated doing this to him, but I did learn valuable information about him during this process, like what his name was before I changed it. It was a horrible name that made everyone laugh at him. I could tell that he hated it, too, because he gave me the stink eye when I said that nerd name that was on the microchip. He deserves the name Hunter because he had been killing rats at the P-patch while he was out on the street, so he definitely deserves a name that he can be proud of. I also learned that Hunter is FIV+, so I have to keep him away from other cats, but I learned already that he can live a normal lifespan if I make sure he gets all of his shots on schedule. I talked to Akira's vet, and I talked to someone who has a cat with FIV.
Anyway, I called around to find out which shelter for sure that the cat was in and when he was ready I was allowed to legally adopt him. The pictures I uploaded already are pictures from when I fostered him for a week. Apparently, Hunter has been leash trained, so I'll need to get him a harness on my next payday. So, in the interim, I've been walking him in the hallway of my apartment building where I live, since it's safer than going outside for now. He's the only cat on my floor. He really wants outside, but that's not happening without a harness. His wings are being clipped for his own good--and for the good of any other cats. I learned, too, that FIV is not usually transmitted through casual contact, as it's a blood-borne illness that they usually get through bite wounds. Therefore, since I learned that Hunter has been a shelter cat several times, I have to wonder who dropped the ball and decided to be irresponsible with stewardship over Hunter.
You should have seen Hunter on the way home from the shelter. My neighbor and I had to go on a long bus ride that required two long bus rides and a taxi ride both directions to get the cat back from the shelter. When Hunter realized where he was as we were getting back to familiar territory, he started to perk up and to get excited. He probably couldn't believe that he was going back home to live with the same person who had him just before. When we opened the door of my apartment he went in and made himself at home and was purring. It was as if he hadn't been away for a week. He knew he was home.
Earlier in the day, the cat had shown up at the P-patch garden across the street from where I live and where I have a garden plot and was just being adorable. He wasn't the least bit afraid of the water hose, even though I was watering my garden plot. He could tell I wasn't going to spray the kitty with water. And, he would be right that I wouldn't do that to him. I took a picture of that on my camera phone, but, unfortunately, I'm unable to download pictures from the camera phone to the computer, so I can't upload the picture of when the cat found me in the garden. He was sure being cute.
After taking care of my garden I went home and went back to bed, as I hadn't been feeling all that great. A while later, my neighbor called me and told me that this cat had, indeed, been abandoned. So, I said I agreed to foster the little darling but that the neighbor should wait for me to put litter in the litter box before we were to go down and get the cat out of the street.
You should have seen Hunter when he came into the apartment for the first time to inspect the apartment. The neighbor saw this happen and can attest to this: It looked like Hunter had a running checklist in his head for requirements of his own that he had for a place to live. He found the litter box right away. Then, he found the scratching post and used it right away. Once he checked the place out he decided to make himself comfortable and started purring like mad.
I found out from my regular small pet store owner about a vet I could take Hunter to for free for the first time visit if I hadn't been there before if cost was an issue. That sounded great, since this was an unexpected acquisition. They scanned for a microchip, too, of course. So, to be fair, Hunter was first taken to the animal shelter, in order to give the prior owner every opportunity to do the right thing for the cat. I hated doing this to him, but I did learn valuable information about him during this process, like what his name was before I changed it. It was a horrible name that made everyone laugh at him. I could tell that he hated it, too, because he gave me the stink eye when I said that nerd name that was on the microchip. He deserves the name Hunter because he had been killing rats at the P-patch while he was out on the street, so he definitely deserves a name that he can be proud of. I also learned that Hunter is FIV+, so I have to keep him away from other cats, but I learned already that he can live a normal lifespan if I make sure he gets all of his shots on schedule. I talked to Akira's vet, and I talked to someone who has a cat with FIV.
Anyway, I called around to find out which shelter for sure that the cat was in and when he was ready I was allowed to legally adopt him. The pictures I uploaded already are pictures from when I fostered him for a week. Apparently, Hunter has been leash trained, so I'll need to get him a harness on my next payday. So, in the interim, I've been walking him in the hallway of my apartment building where I live, since it's safer than going outside for now. He's the only cat on my floor. He really wants outside, but that's not happening without a harness. His wings are being clipped for his own good--and for the good of any other cats. I learned, too, that FIV is not usually transmitted through casual contact, as it's a blood-borne illness that they usually get through bite wounds. Therefore, since I learned that Hunter has been a shelter cat several times, I have to wonder who dropped the ball and decided to be irresponsible with stewardship over Hunter.
You should have seen Hunter on the way home from the shelter. My neighbor and I had to go on a long bus ride that required two long bus rides and a taxi ride both directions to get the cat back from the shelter. When Hunter realized where he was as we were getting back to familiar territory, he started to perk up and to get excited. He probably couldn't believe that he was going back home to live with the same person who had him just before. When we opened the door of my apartment he went in and made himself at home and was purring. It was as if he hadn't been away for a week. He knew he was home.
Hi.
You & Hunter are blessed and you both are blessings. The story you've shared makes me feel so good!
A belief of mine, which you may not share, is that Akira had a paw in you two finding each other.
More Blessings to You & Yours,
Melinda
You & Hunter are blessed and you both are blessings. The story you've shared makes me feel so good!
A belief of mine, which you may not share, is that Akira had a paw in you two finding each other.
More Blessings to You & Yours,
Melinda
Hi, just wanted to say congrats on your adorable new fur baby!! He's lucky he found you!! =)
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